Over the skies, in a late blue night
The stars sparkled and the moon shined bright.
Meera was fast asleep, lost in a beautiful dream
Her lips curved, a serene smile crossed her face;
As she dreamt of Krishna- her beloved.
Like a quake shakes the Earth,
Meera suddenly shivered and quivered,
Of fright, pain and awe.
"Did she sense something dreadful?'- wondered the stars above.
In a far, far land
Krishna was lost in the beauty of Maya.
Breaking the sacred vows,
He addressed her as his love, his soul.
In the late blue night
Under the sparkling stars and shining moon,
He took her as his wife!
The holy fire stood witness-
To love, or to infidelity?
Was the bigger question.
Dark clouds hovered the sky above.
At the sound of thunder, a trembling Meera
Woke up with a start.
Sitting in her bed, sweating with fright
She contemplated a future,
Darker than the clouds above.
Just then, a hand ran down her long black hair.
She startled at the sound of a soothing voice;
"What's the matter, my love?", asked Krishna
Sitting next to her, holding her in his arms.
"Oh, just a bad dream", sighed Meera.
As they lay down together, she burnt with guilt
For having doubted Krishna's flawless love.
The lack of trust, she thought
Will eat away their love
Like black clouds, it will darken their future.
But, Meera resolved
Not to water the seeds of doubt;
To trust her love, to fight away the dark clouds.
She planted a kiss on his lips
And fell asleep in his arms
Just as her lips curved, and a serene smile
Crossed her face.
